When Mrs. Seryl entered, the little childâs eyes lit up and seemed ready to run at her. Donât look at her with such a bright face! My patience snapped. I have reached my limit. Perhaps thatâs why? I couldnât stand the nerve-wracking smell wafting through my nostrils. Eventually, my suppressed displeasure broke out.
âAAH!â
Even though I knew it was an anger outburst, I couldnât stop. I stood up and yelled at Mrs. Seryl. I just felt like I would burst if I didnât shout at this situation. It seemed that only rushing around would relieve this upset.
In the meantime, there was too much accumulated anger because of the little child. No, more than that, it seemed to have accumulated from forcibly repressing the behavior of living a selfish life. As I kept holding it in, my heart ached. I knew rampaging was a bad thing now, and I put up with it, but I threw things out and yelled at them.
I was used to being angry, so I didnât feel that I had done anything wrong. So I screamed and screamed more. Why did I foolishly endure it!
As I ran amok, I saw the fork in my hand. Why am I carrying something I donât need? Annoyed, I threw it and shouted.
âI really hate nuts! I donât want to see it! Get it out!â
It seemed as if my breath, which had been clogged, was freed after all the screaming.
âStop it!â
At that time, the little child stood in front of Mrs. Seryl and shouted. It was clearly an act to show that she took Mrs. Serylâs side. I felt it before, but she didnât necessarily take my side at times like this. Why donât you take care of me! Are you saying Iâm worse than Mrs. Seryl? You said you liked me! Why donât you take care of me! My unjust heart grows unbearably.
âStill, I donât like what I donât like! And how could you do this to me!â
Yes, it wasnât supposed to be anyone else, and the little child shouldnât have been like this. Only the little child had to take my side.
âWhat did I do!â
Again, pretending not to know. How patient I have been! You wonât even listen to me! Keep caring about other people!
âYou canât do this to me!â
I have to put up with it, but I canât stand it because it has accumulated a lot. Feeling sad and angry and going crazy, I stomped my feet. I was not accustomed to being reprimanded because I had always lived my own way. It was unfair. My hand went to the plate. I felt like I had to throw something away to relieve my mood.
âYoung Master Kirsec.â
Hearing Sir Henryâs dissuading voice left me with only anger. Yes, there was Sir Henry as well as Mrs. Seryl. The little child took care of everyone around her, but she didnât take care of only the important ones. Yes, itâs all the little childâs fault. She only had to look at me, but the little child keeps looking elsewhere.
âItâs all your fault! You!â
Just as I was about to throw the plate, the little childâs palm flew by. At the same time, my eyes flashed again and my head turned. My mind went blank, but I was immediately aware of what had happened because I had experienced it before.
The little child finally slapped me on the cheek. But this time it hurt more than last time. Does the strength grow as much as the affection?
It was so tingly that I covered my cheeks and looked at the little child. I am in pain and want to shed tears. Weird. Itâs clearly the situation I was hoping for. But it hurts enough to wonder if this was an expression of affection. I wonder if now is the right time to express affection. Itâs a situation I wanted, but why does it feel unfair?
Still, Iâm glad that the little child didnât act cold on me. Why was my mind complicated?
âDonât force yourself like a baby. You said youâre all grown up! If you are the master, you have to be considerate of your guests as well. I like walnut pie. So Mrs. Seryl was considerate of me to prepare it for me. Why would you start screaming?â
I was surprised by the little childâs words. I really didnât know the little child liked walnut pie. If so, let me know in advance. I hated Mrs. Seryl again.
âI, I didnât know.â
âSo, change your habit of getting angry first. I mean, donât do bad things, keep throwing things away.â
I should have been patient a little longer. The little child spoke rather fiercely. Still, everything the little child said was correct.
ââ¦.I understand.â
I touched my sore cheek and soothed my disappointment. She hit me so hard, so she was still interested in me, right? But it hurt so much that I felt troubled. What if she shows affection so intensely every time? I got a little worried.